The Little Words Mean the Most

Traffic control

Each client's pile has its own little banner. Morning comes, one cuts to the head of the line, whichever's due, through the red velvet rope. "Work on me. Now."

Aldous Huxley's dying words...

"LSD, 100 micrograms..." I'm in. Please see what you can do.

 

"My new book..." what a wonderful phrase to say

I love writing sales copy. I just filed a 300-word passage for the back cover of my new book, Seeing through a Donor's Eyes -- How to Make a Persuasive Case for Everything. I had in mind the AFP world conference bookstore in New Orleans. And a shopper picks the book up because of its stunning cover. Flips it over. And since she's risking $25, she reads the whole thing I wrote, a description of the book's contents, a description I have unmercifully studded with emotional hooks, a brier-patch. By the end, her knees are quaking from fear and and yet hope.

 

Not a thought in the sky

Condom bouquet

My office, with no known regrets

 

Hillary garaged

My think tanks

Two places I hie to think things through: the driveway (1/8th mile) and the glacial erratic that crowns our hill. I broke my back in 2007 flying from that stone. Lesson learned: don't swing an overweight body on a branch a mere two inches thick and expect to keep your scapula intact and away from the volunteer ambulance corps. Those trucks really need better suspension. Bouncing on a broken bone for an hour is rough.